We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now; and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies. For in hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what is seen? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God- Romans 8:22-27
I’ve been doing a lot of groaning lately. Some of it a litany of old bones: groaning getting out of bed, getting up off the ground when I’ve been playing in the dirt, those reminders that my body is not what it once was.
But deeper groans have been coming from witnessing a world that seems to be running away from God’s desires, rushing headlong into hatred, violence, rushing into what may become the destruction of this planet God has created and given us to manage.
When the pain of watching humanity hurtle towards destruction gets too bad, I remind myself that the story is not yet over. Just when our pain gets too strong, our weakness too frail, that is when God’s Spirit intercedes, and brings us strength enough to carry on.
Do not give up on us, God. Bind up the broken hearts of your children who are seeking to follow Your Way, that we might persevere in these difficult days. Speak to those in power, that their will might be turned from self-aggrandizement to seeking what is best for the whole world. In the midst of our pain, loving God, remind us that you are birthing the realization of the promises you have made through your Son, Jesus. Hear our prayers, attentive God, even when all we can manage are groans.